On the winding mountain road, the vegetable farmer in maroon hummed a tune and walked down the mountainside halfway. The bamboo baskets on both sides of the shoulder pole were empty, and the monk in the temple bought all the dishes he had picked up today. He was very happy and couldn't help but smile at the corner of his mouth.

At this time, a tall monk ran up from the bottom of the mountain. When he passed by him, he brought a large piece of dust. The vegetable farmer was choked and coughed. He was about to question him, but the monk had become a slight black spot in his eyes. But a loud voice came out of the black spot and came into his ears.

"Master! Not good! We are bullied-"

The roar spread throughout Longgai Temple in a blink of an eye.

In his spare time before lunch, Ji Chi was sitting cross-legged. It had been almost ten days since the day he obtained the Fire Character Art. During these ten days, he practiced day and night. Indeed, the Fire Character Art Art is more than ten times more explosive than the Prajna Practice. Under its guidance, the internal force accumulated for several years was constantly swelling and boiling in his body. However, somehow, the internal force was still weak and could not complete the cycle in one go, condensing the cost cycle.

"Is it because Grandma Wu's misjudgment that my internal strength has not accumulated enough?" After another failure, Ji Ti couldn't help but feel a little suspicious. He adjusted his breathing evenly, and was about to try again, suddenly a loud sound rushed into his ears: "Ji Ti, come out quickly!"

Ji Ni was so shocked that he shivered for a moment. His internal strength was suffocated and he almost got into a devil. He quickly took a deep breath and then slowly spit it out. The flush on his face that had just faded away.

"What's your name?" Ji Ni heard that it was Huiren's voice, and turned his head and started to scold him without being outdone.

It turns out that Huiren was standing there, with many monks following behind him. Huiren stared at her eyes and frowned, but did not care about Ji Ni's previous words, but shouted loudly: "Huicheng has been beaten, we want to seek justice, will you go?"

"Who made it?" Ji Ti stood up "Teng" and pulled his neck and shouted, "Wait until I put on my shoes!" Without saying a word, he stepped on his cloth shoes and ran out of the house.

When I came out, I found that almost all his senior brothers were gathering. Many people even had Zen sticks and other guys in their hands, and they were obviously ready to go.

"So procrastinate! Go away!" As he said that, Huiren pulled Ji Ti to his side, pulled his sleeve and pulled him forward.

But at this moment, Zhiji's voice sounded in everyone's ears: "Have you read the sutras of these years in vain? I'm so unstable when encountering things! Get out of here to the dining hall!"

The sound seemed to come from my ears, but everyone didn't even see the shadow of Zhiji.

Huiren frowned and wanted to argue a few more words, but the brothers around him immediately surrounded him and persuaded him to be obedient. While persuading, he pulled him back. Ji Ni's sleeve was still pulled by him, so he had to follow everyone to the dining hall in a daze.

From afar, people saw Zhiji sitting in the middle of the dining hall, eating a bowl of vegetarian noodles slowly. Seeing his disciples rushing to him, he was not in a hurry and finished the noodles in the bowl in an orderly manner. Then he looked up at Huiren, the leader: "Tell me! What's going on?"

With the permission of his master, Huiren immediately opened his throat and shouted: "Master! Junior Brother Huicheng was beaten and his arm was broken!"

Huiren raised her thick eyebrows: "Oh? What's going on? Tell me more about it!"

Huiren stared at her eyes and said, "Today, when my junior brother and I went down the mountain to carry water, we met three boys dressed as scholars. They were fishing by the stream. Brother Huicheng thought about sentient beings and advised them a few words. Who knew that not only did they not listen, but they also ridiculed their junior brother. I couldn't listen, so I responded to them a few words. As they were talking, they started to fight. There were many people, and I didn't pay attention to it. The junior brother was hit by them with a palm and slapped his arm. Master! We can't stand this!"

"Can you bear to be able to speak?" Zhiji lowered his eyes and said coldly.

"Disciple doesn't dare!" Huiren quickly clasped her hands together and bowed.

Zhiji sneered: "You don't dare? You can even give others a reply, what else can you dare not? Also, you know that Huicheng doesn't understand martial arts, but you dare to attack others while taking him? It seems that you didn't listen to a word I usually teach you!"

"Disciple knows the mistake! Please punish me!" Huiren had no temper in front of Zhiji and immediately admitted his mistake sincerely.

"Okay, OK! What's the use of admitting mistakes and recognizing them more often? Put yours aside in advance!" As he said that, Zhiji stood up and straightened his broad backbone. "Have you figured out the origin of the person who injured Huicheng?"

"Master, are you going to take action? That's great!" Huiren's face showed unconcealed excitement: "Those boys said, what are Huoyun Mountain and what are Zhou's apprentices!"

"Is Mr. Zou from Huomen Mountain?" Zhiji asked.

"Yes! It's him!" Huiren said suddenly.

Zhiji nodded, and then slowly sat down with the disciples' expectations.

Huomen Mountain and Longgai Temple are located across the West River. Zou Xun, known as Master Zou, has long been heard of. He was originally a famous scholar in Chang'an, but because he couldn't stand it, he took his disciples to travel around the world because he couldn't stand it.

Last month, they arrived at Huomen Mountain on the other side of the river. Zou Xun's ancestors left a house on Huomen Mountain. He brought his disciples to live in the house, which seemed to be a permanent residence.

Zou Xun was not only knowledgeable, but also quite chivalrous. He often defeated the strong and helped the weak and made friends from all over the world.

In short, whether it is a scholar or a ranger, whenever he mentions Zou Xun, he must give him a thumbs up and praise him.'

"It's better to discuss it well when dealing with such people!"

As Zhiji thought about this, he wanted to start writing a letter to Zou Xun, asking the reason for the matter, and then asking the other party for an explanation.

But before he could sit down, a man shouted at the top of his throat: "Master! Master!"

The tall and thin figure rushed to Zhiji with the sound and said breathlessly: "Master! There is a letter sent from Huomen Mountain!"

"Oh? Take it to me!" Zhiji's heart moved: Could it be that the other party knew that he was in the wrong and had already sent a letter to apologize first? If this is true, it would save a lot of trouble.

I received the letter and saw a powerful handwriting in the center of the envelope, "Zen Master Zhiji's personal hiring" written in the lower right corner of the envelope.

As soon as he saw the other person's name, Zhiji's heart was relieved: It seemed that Zou Xun was indeed a humble gentleman! So he took out the letter with a smile on his face, and the smile at the corner of his eyes became deeper and deeper...

But in an instant, the smile on Zhiji's face swept away. He suddenly glared and slapped the letter hard on the table, got up and shouted: "Let's go! settle the score with me!"

When the children with Huiren as the core heard this, they immediately roared, followed Zhiji, who had taken big steps, and walked down the mountain with great momentum.

Only Ji Ti looked confused and turned his head to look at the letter that was being patted on the table for a long time...

The letter was indeed an apology letter. But what annoyed Zhiji was not the content of the letter, but one of the sentences: "The master was not a Han person, so I may not have a deep understanding of the Chinese courtesy..."

When he saw this sentence, Zhiji had nothing else to say. He was indeed not a Han person, but he wanted to be a Han person more than most Han people, and he had been thinking about it for decades.

Zhiji is an abandoned baby. From the things left by his parents, he should be a Tubo person. The one who adopted him was an old Han scholar. The old scholar was old and childless, so he naturally treated him as a treasure and cared for him in every way since he was a child. He was sixteen years old and the old scholar passed away.

There is only one thing that Zhiji can never let go.

The old scholar was a Confucian scholar. He taught him Confucian etiquette since he was a child, but Zhiji was active by nature and was naturally annoyed by these red tape. When the old scholar was speaking, he was absent-minded, so he was naturally busy when he was speaking.

The old scholar didn't say anything, but when he was dying, he sighed and said with regret: "Child! It's so difficult for you to learn Chinese etiquette. It seems that you are not from the Han people in the Central Plains, so you don't have to force them in the future!" After saying this, he passed away.

Zhiji, who was crying, was stunned at first, then screamed suddenly and slapped himself in the face. Since then, he has practiced Confucian etiquette hard, and he has always been very particular at every stop and sit until he has mastered himself into a living etiquette book.

But the old scholar can no longer see it.

It was not until Zhiji met his master Shan Wuwei and was enlightened that he came out of his obsession, gradually let go of Confucian etiquette, and no longer demanded himself stereotypedly. But he never forgived himself in his heart. For many years, a voice has echoed in his heart over and over again: "Why didn't I learn etiquette well at that time? Why was I so casual at that time? Why... I... am not a Han person?"

Therefore, when he saw Zou Xun mention his life experience, the original reason for the incident was no longer important. All he wanted to do now was to step on Zou Xun under his feet.

Of course, he would also greet him in a well-written official language: "I'm not a Han person? When I was familiar with the Four Books, you were still breastfeeding, right?"
Chapter completed!